Bitch im on fire like im breathing propane Im from the trenches thats why i dont know pain Dont try to play i already know u aint got no game No name i got mud in my backstory no shame Pictures in my mind they all got no frame Yall got bags on ur head all the shit i got to claim I keep all my scars visible why u think im not the same Why you think im insane Bless me father im a sinner Im on ice thats getting thinner I need my pockets fat as fuck Ion want them getting thinner Momma im a savage i dont wanna be me not anymore Empty vessel dropping dead on the floor Bullets made from lead passing through my head Proof that i fight a war Red roses on the bed green pockets full of bread Im broken down to my core Assembling the pieces now you see a legend I make no sense with all this money on my mind I cant stop myself not even for a second Im irreplaceable someone like me is hard to find If u dont see that open ur eyes ur fucking blind Imma make all of this work yall gon see the grind You see the grind dont you Vv's blind on you When i slide on you Death im tied onto Tied onto death baby siamese twin shit Feel like the fat fuck all i do is win shit I could never lose cuz i come from slums Heroin needles in the arms colour plum You either must be blind or a dumb Take em to ER they wanna play numb With a number the highest of Seitre Make a hit or a lick i just say baby They bringing me the money retriever type You catching all the bullets receiver type Im from the cold bae shiver type Purp in the cup fuck my liver type You see the grind dont you Vv's blind on you When i slide on you Death im tied onto